Off Limits (3 page)

“Go wait over there.” He pointed to plush, well-appointed chairs in the lobby.

She did as she was told and he walked to the desk. She watched him draw out a credit card and snap it on the desk, saw the clerk glance past him to her. The woman probably saw a lot of similar situations, being this close to a sex club.

Paige still couldn’t believe she’d had the courage to walk into that place. She was no virgin, but she’d never played these kinds of games. Maybe it had been a little stalkerish to find out where he was and go after him, but she had learned the only way to get what you wanted was to be bold.

Paige adjusted her skirt before sitting. God, she was so wet she could feel her juices on her thighs, could smell herself. She resisted the urge to rub her legs together, but if there’d been fewer people in the lobby, she might have parted her legs for him when he approached, just to see his reaction.

He said nothing, just held out a hand. She took it, savoring the warmth of his touch, and he led her to the elevator. She followed eagerly, anticipating more kissing and rubbing, though she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted him to be fully focused on her when that happened. Once in the elevator car, he stayed on one side and she stayed on the other. Disappointment bloomed in her chest. Did he want her or not? His hands were folded in front of him, his gaze on the changing numbers. She thought about asking what floor their room was on, if the clerk had said anything about them checking in without luggage, if he wanted to split the price of the room, but she didn’t want to give him a reason to press the lobby button and send her on her way.

He twitched a little when the door opened with a
bing,
and motioned for her to exit to the right.

“Use your words, Zach,” she prodded, exasperated. She was in no mood to play charades.

“Room seven-forty-two.”

She scanned the room numbers then turned to the right, leading the way, pulse drumming. This was going to happen. He was going to make her come, he was going to put his mouth on her, slide inside her.
Finally.
He slipped past her to open the door, still not speaking, still not looking at her. She waited for him to grab her and slam her against the wall once they were in the room, but he walked past her to the bed, tossing the key card down on the dresser with a slap, like he was mad.

She stood near the door, having no idea what to do now. He was across the room and that suddenly felt like miles.

He dragged his fingers through his hair as he looked at her reflection in the glass of the window. “If I touch you right now, I’ll hurt you.”

“Then perhaps I should tie you up.”

She said it playfully, but he whipped around, his nostrils flared and his eyes dark. Oh, so he liked that idea. Heart pounding, she glanced around the room, searching for what she could use, resting on the front of his shirt. He clapped a hand over it before she could say anything.

“Do you know how much this thing cost?” His gaze floated down the length of her body. “Your panties.”

“Not wearing any.” Though she suspected he’d known that and just wanted her to say it.

“I wondered. I can smell you.” He passed his palm over his face and she could see it was shaking. Good. So was she. “Paige.”

“Your belt,” she decided, frightened by the way he said her name, that he was going to send her away.

His fingers rested on it a moment, then he unbuckled it quickly, whipped it from the loops and held it out to her.

She moved two steps forward and took it without touching him. The expensive leather was supple under her fingers. She looked from the belt to the bed, the slatted headboard that would be perfect. Zach shrugged out of his jacket and stretched on the bed, his long elegant fingers curling through the slats.

This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined their first time. She’d rather have him touching her, stroking her skin, kissing her mouth. But if this was what he wanted, she’d play along.

“I’ve never tied anyone up before,” she admitted.

“Good,” he said, the word rumbling in his throat.

She approached from the other side of the bed and looped the belt through the slats, then around his wrists as his breathing increased. His legs moved restlessly, his arms tensed as she bent over him. His hot breath gusted against her breasts above the bodice of her dress, and she felt his gaze burning into her. She would not let him scare her away. She looped the leather together, unable to fasten it, and straightened to see her handiwork.

The fine fabric of his white button-down shirt was twisted around his body. She hadn’t seen this new Zach disheveled, and that weakness gave her hope. The expensive fabric of his pants tented with his erection she ached to feel. His fingers flexed above the leather, his eyes slitted.

“You’re taking your time.”

“Payback for you making me wait.” She knelt on the bed beside him, her gaze returning to that lovely erection. She made her decision and straddled him, the insides of her thighs against the soft fabric of his slacks. She let her bare pussy brush the placket over his zipper as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

“Paige!” His voice was strangled, on the barest leash.

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him, her mouth teasing, drawing back when he lifted his tongue to play. How long had she wanted to kiss him, to feel just his mouth and hands arousing her? Later, she promised herself, and sat up to open his shirt. She released the buttons slowly, spreading the fabric as she went, letting the backs of her fingers brush that delicious chest hair, making him moan when she tweaked his nipples, but he stayed still as she glided her fingertips over his flat stomach. She rested her hands there and rolled her hips, feeling the heat of his cock beneath the fabric, feeling the pulse and twitch of it. Okay, teasing him could be fun, especially since he’d made her work for this. She glanced up to see his wrists straining against the belt.

“Don’t hurt yourself. You don’t want to have to explain marks on your arms tomorrow.”

He scowled. “You’re going to make me come in my pants like a high school boy.”

She eased back to look into his eyes and stroked her pussy against the placket of his pants again, making them both groan. “Really?”

“Paige, I’m too old for a dry hump. Take off my pants.”

She bent forward, brushing her breasts against his bare chest as she kissed his throat, savoring the salty taste of him. She rubbed her mound against him through his pants, so close to orgasm herself, but wanting to make him lose control. He clenched his teeth, breathing fast as he growled her name, the word rumbling in his chest. God, he felt so good beneath her, hot and hard. She moved faster, her own need for orgasm making her mindless, greedy, as he thrust his hips up and shouted, his cock jerking beneath her. She rolled her hips as she sought her own pleasure, finding the tip of him through the fabric and rubbing until her climax shot through her. She dropped her head to his chest as the gentle pulses flowed through her, weakening muscles, relaxing nerves.

He bucked up against her as if trying to dislodge her. “What the hell? Christ, Paige.”

Oh, he was pissed. She could feel it in his body that wasn’t nearly as weak as hers. She lifted her head to grin at him. “I liked making you lose control. Think you can touch me now?” She reached over his head to tug at the end of the belt.

“You don’t want me to touch you now,” he said ominously.

She cocked her eyebrows, tracing the pattern of his chest hair. “I bet I do,” she said when he drew a breath through his teeth.

“Let me go.”

She shifted upward, sliding along his body, making him groan. Unfastening the belt was a lot more complicated than tying him, because he’d pulled against it, and as she’d predicted, his wrists were red. She caressed the irritation before she found herself on her back beneath him.

“Want me to tie you up?” he growled.

“Decidedly not.” She stroked her fingers through his hair, something she’d wanted to do for years. Just as thick and soft as she’d imagined. The tightness in his jaw told her he was considering it anyway, but instead he slid his hand down the front of her skirt, making her bow into his touch, before he closed his fingers around her hem and yanked it up.

She didn’t recognize the strangled sound that came from her throat as he brushed his fingertips lightly across her mound, making her pussy quiver, her clit pulse. He barely touched the groomed curls, and his lips twitched in a smile when she lifted her hips toward his touch.

“What?”

“You just came, didn’t you?” His touch hovered over her pussy.

“But you didn’t make me come.”

“What were you doing at the club tonight, Paige?” he asked, deliberately parting her thighs.

She trembled as he bared her vulnerable flesh to his view, his touch. “Looking for you.”

His eyebrows winged up in surprise. “Is that right?” He stroked a line up the inside of her thigh, stopping just below where she wanted it, needed it.

“I heard—you went there.” Her breath came in great pants now. “I wanted—” God, he kissed the inside of her knee. Who knew that would send a twinge of heat straight to her pussy?

“What did you want?” he asked, his deep voice sending another shiver through her.

“I wanted to see what turned you on.”

His grip on her inner thigh tightened as he parted her legs wider and moved between them, still dressed, damn him. “What did you learn?”

“I can’t—think when you’re doing that.”

“Doing what?” He caressed a circle high inside her other thigh and she felt a pulse of wetness slicken her pussy. “What turns me on?”

“Watching.” She swallowed hard when he shifted his fingers to pass them back and forth over her mound, barely stirring the curls there, so close and yet, not what she needed. She forced herself to meet his gaze when she just wanted to sink her head back and give in to the sensation. “Two girls. Were you going to join them?”

“Would that have turned you on? What would you have done if you’d walked into the club to see me fucking someone else?”

Walked out again
. She hated the burn of jealousy that accompanied the image. But she had to hide it, had to be sophisticated about her sexuality, or at least make him believe she was. “Maybe I would have watched.”

His eyes darkened, for just a moment, before his grin flashed. “Liar.” He lowered his mouth to kiss the area where he’d drawn the circle, letting his stubble heighten the sensation. “What turns you on, Paige?”

“That.”

His mouth slid higher, and she whimpered when it rested just below the crease of her thigh. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She couldn’t. The anticipation was delicious, and while she ached to come, she couldn’t tell him which method she preferred, not when all options were so appealing. “I want you to do whatever you want.”

“Now isn’t that accommodating.” He shifted his weight so he was over her, his hands braced beside her shoulders, his nostrils flared as if taking in the scent of her arousal, his mouth so close. “You’re usually bossy as hell.”

“Kiss me,” she managed.

His expression softened just a bit as he smoothed her hair back from her face and slanted his mouth over hers in the sweetest kiss she could imagine, his lips stroking, parting, his tongue feathering against the opening of her mouth before sliding deeper, tasting, savoring.
God.
She’d wanted this for so long, to be beneath him, to have him hold her, cradle her like she was something precious, for him to kiss her as though he’d wanted her forever too.

He eased back, looking at her. “I want to get you out of that dress.”

Chapter Three

Paige scooted back to sit up without bumping heads with him. “You’re still dressed,” she pointed out.

“You first.” He reached behind her for the zipper, not an easy task since the fabric was stretchy. But once the zipper made it to the middle of her back, he seemed satisfied, and drew the material away to bare her breasts. “Christ, Paige. You could turn me into a breast man. Gorgeous.”

He cupped the full globes, his thumbs stroking over her nipples, tightening the already hard peaks until she ached for his mouth. Before she could voice her desire, he bent his head, first nuzzling her throat, nipping her collarbone, then sweeping down the slope of her breast to sip her nipple between his lips.

The cry that tore from her was rough as she let her head fall back. She twisted her fingers in his hair, holding him, bringing him closer, urging him to suck harder. He rolled the nipple against the roof of his mouth and scraped his teeth over it. She cried out again, wanting to press his hand between her thighs and come with her breast in his mouth.

Instead he sat up, releasing her breast with a pop. The expression on his face was unreadable, or at least she didn’t want to read it, wanted to just drag his head down to her other breast and make him do it again.

“Take the dress off, Paige.”

She wanted to scramble to do his bidding but had to remind herself she was sophisticated. That’s what he wanted, right? She edged back a little more, because it wouldn’t be very sophisticated to smack him in the nose as she wriggled out of the dress and tossed it over the nearby chair. She turned to him, completely naked.

This time his kiss didn’t start gentle. He cupped the back of her neck to angle her head up to him and crushed her lips beneath his, as if he was angry with her for making him want her. But while the kiss was intense, it was also sexy as hell, his tongue stroking deep, his teeth catching her tongue when she dared to counter.

“Turn over,” he said against her mouth, releasing her and sitting back on his knees.

She hid the disappointment that flashed through her. In her fantasies, they’d made love face to face, and he’d seen she was the only woman in the world he needed. But she did as he asked, kneeling and resting her hands on the pillows. The heat of his still-clothed body hovered over her as he braced his arms on either side of her waist, and his breath against her back sent tingles along her skin. He pressed a kiss to the indentation of her spine between her shoulder blades, and she gasped, not prepared for the eroticism of his caress. He moved to the middle of her back, and dragged his stubbled chin down her spine to the cleft of her ass. The sensation stole the breath from her body, making her light-headed. She dropped her head to the pillow and lifted her hips, encouraging another caress. He chuckled and eased back, framing her ass in his palms. His breath warmed her skin before he kissed the soft flesh there, teeth scraping, and he kissed the crease of skin between her butt and thigh. She gasped as pleasure pulsed through her, sending more wetness flowing from her pussy. She wanted his touch, his cock, something to relieve the building pressure in her cunt.